The Great Cominatrix

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Reblogged from st00pid-vegunz

st00pid-vegunz:

To those people who say how much they love eating meat, then turn and say “oh but I could never eat my dog/cat”, do you ever stop and ask yourself why you couldn’t? Why you could never stand to kill and eat them? It’s because you can look into their eyes and see that they have a soul. It’s because you know them, you know that they feel, you know that the get happy and sad and excited and frustrated. You look into their eyes and you can see that they love you just as much as you love them. You see a living being, something that is conscious, something that has a soul.

People say to me all the time how hard it must be to be vegan and how passionate I must be. But it does not take a burning desire. It does not take a willpower of steel and diligence. I’m not vegan because I’m strong. I’m vegan because I have realized that the pig who is unable to turn around in her prison is no different to the cat I cuddle at night. The cow who stands, yearning for her stolen baby while her udder aches and sags low to the ground is no different to the rats who I stitch blankets for. These animals are no different to any other animal, whether that animal is human, or a companion or a wild animal that we only see pictures of. I can look into their eyes and see that they have a soul. And it’s impossible for me to look at them and not see someone who can feel pain, love, loss and sadness. 

There is a point where you have to stop and realize that we are all earthlings. There is a point where you have to stop kidding yourself that these animals are not like your own animal friends. Because they are. The only difference is those animals  in their prisons, waiting for their death sentence, will never look into someone’s eyes and know that they are loved and protected. 

this is something thats been on my mind lately. people who say “well id never eat x y or z meat” and im just like, why? i personally wouldnt eat it because all meat tastes pretty awful to me. but i dont see the difference between eating a cat, a dog, a horse, a chicken, a guinea pig, a cow, a deer, you get the idea. i think a big part of our obsession with meat consumption recently has been at least partially a result of the disconnect between the meat that we consume and the animals that it is pulled from. we see it as this sterile slab of food in styrofoam cartons because we dont have to worry how it got there.

i just dont see the difference.

(via freezep0pfivever)

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    this is something thats been on my mind lately. people who say “well id never eat x y or z meat” and im just like, why?...
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